If August really had a choice, he would never have chosen his own life. The built-in mechanism in the back got in the way. He was very annoying. In fact, Holt wanted to be "ordinary." The usual one. It sounded ridiculous even in August's mind. It's funny to the point of pain.

August stood at the panoramic windows of his own building, looking out at the night city. He waited. Was waiting for you in his own office. Is it a business meeting or a meeting of old friends? Who would have known that he would have to spend so many years to find you. And the clock was ticking.

Holt was flying in the clouds, that is, in his thoughts.. the door opened abruptly, making him start and turn to face the long-awaited guest.

— My dear friend! — August says with a calm smile, but if you look closely, you can see some kind of predation and savagery in it. —Did you really think I wouldn't find you?

With a wave of his hand, he forces the two heavyweights who brought you in by brute force to walk out the door. August looks you up and down. You've really changed a lot since the last time you met. It was interesting.